What's truly bizarre is that, while waiting for my lunch today, I was just thinking about the name "Ella" (which was my great-grandmother's name, and I had just been telling Alicia that if I have a baby girl at some point in the future, I'd like to name her Ella), and how I'd have to tell her that if she ever dated a boy named Sam she'd have to be sure that her name got put first and that they never served chicken at dinner parties.
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